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Chapter 117: … It’s Still Wet
🕑 Added 2026-01-04 15:34:14 +0000 UTCHe shook his head, face full of grief, and said, “Loki, maybe your target isn’t me—but if you want to hurt Thor, you’ll have to get past me first. After all, Thor is my dearest friend and family, my brother-in-arms!”
For some reason, seeing Harry’s solemn expression—his mournful face, like he really could throw everything away for Thor—made something strange rise in Loki’s chest.
It wasn’t just that Harry’s expression looked a little fake.
It was Loki himself.
Why did he seem… jealous?
Why would he be jealous? Thor, that reckless lunk, was the most annoying guy in the world!
As he continued subtly cracking the Mirror Dimension, Loki asked, puzzled, “Since when are you and Thor so close? Fine—tell me. What exactly do you want before you’ll let me leave and take Thor with me?”
Hearing that, Harry’s expression grew even more severe. Just as Loki thought he was about to be refused without mercy, Harry suddenly bared a grin.
“That’ll cost extra.”
Loki: “???”
WTF?
Did I hear that right?
You were just calling Thor your beloved family, your sworn brother—so much that I was getting a little jealous—and now you’re saying as long as the price is right, you’ll hand him over?
You should’ve said so earlier!
Right now I’m acting as king of Asgard—money is the one thing I’m not lacking!
So Loki immediately steadied himself again. His true body lounged comfortably against the Allfather’s throne, lazy in posture yet dripping with that inborn arrogance, looking down from above as he said:
“Speak. Whatever you want—King Loki can satisfy it.”
Harry’s smile instantly blossomed even brighter. He answered without hesitation:
“I want the Destroyer Armor.”
Loki: “!!!”
Is it my ears, or are you just out of your mind?
The Destroyer Armor was one of Asgard’s most precious treasures—how could it possibly be given away just because you asked?
Loki’s face darkened as he rejected it on the spot. “Impossible. Pick something else!”
Even the dumbest, most braindead wastrel wouldn’t hand over their family’s foundation to someone else—let alone Loki, the God of Mischief, famous for cunning and brains.
Harry had known from the very beginning that Loki would never agree to hand over the Destroyer Armor so easily.
From the start, his goal had been crystal clear—
To take that one beautifully contoured, ivory-smooth, snow-white, long leg of the Destroyer Armor.
In a flash, Harry blurred, appearing like a phantom beneath the Destroyer Armor.
The lightning sword in his hand was driven to its absolute limit by his magic. The radiance along the blade blazed so brilliantly it was like it wanted to light up the entire world.
Then Harry gathered all his strength, his arm exploding with force, and swung the lightning sword viciously toward the Destroyer Armor’s leg.
At the same time, his expression turned solemn. He recited with grave authority, his voice seeming to come from some ancient age, heavy with undeniable mystery:
“I say: all things are destined to collapse. And you are no exception.”
Chaos magic, from the moment it came into being, had carried a power that overturned common sense—an inherent, uncanny property that could warp rules themselves. And within chaos magic, there existed distinct differences in “rank”; the higher the rank, the stronger its ability to distort reality’s rules.
The primal source power of chaos that Harry controlled was so high-ranking it surpassed even what dimensional demon gods could imagine—meaning he could alter reality far more easily.
Just moments ago, a passage from the Bible’s Book of Genesis had flashed through Harry’s mind—words of absolute authority:
“God said, ‘Let there be light,’ and there was light.
God saw that the light was good, and He separated the light from the darkness.
God called the light Day, and the darkness He called Night.
And there was evening, and there was morning—the first day.”
He imitated the way God spoke in Genesis, cleverly using paradox, twisting concepts, and rewriting reality.
Taking the universal truth “all things are destined to collapse” as his foundation, he used exquisite control of chaos magic to subtly modify the concept’s target.
And so, that concept became terrifyingly specific—
The Destroyer Armor’s leg, today, was destined to collapse.
And so, something miraculous happened…
That beautifully contoured, long, snow-white leg of the Destroyer Armor seemed to be corroded by an invisible force.
Its strength and toughness plummeted violently. The original gleaming silver-white sheen went dull in an instant, as if all power had been drained away—turning it fragile, brittle.
Harry seized the opening with razor-sharp instinct. Magic surged around him like a volcano on the verge of eruption as he braced and charged power.
He gripped the lightning sword with both hands. The muscles in his arms bulged high, bursting with force, as he brought the blade down with thunder rolling behind it—like a mountain crashing down!
Crack!
A crisp shattering sound rang out.
The Destroyer Armor’s nearly sixty-meter-long, elegantly shaped, coldly gleaming snow-white leg was cleanly severed at the root by Harry’s fierce strike!
Harry moved fast—before the leg could even hit the ground, he cast a spell and stored it straight into his pocket dimension, the motion smooth and decisive,不给 Odin that old bastard even a fraction of time to react!
And right then, it was as if the damage their clash had done to the Mirror Dimension had finally surpassed the limit. It shattered instantly, breaking into countless glittering mirror fragments that flickered a few times in the void—then vanished completely.
As the Mirror Dimension disappeared, Harry and the Destroyer Armor reappeared in the real world.
The moment they manifested, a dazzling beam—like a meteor splitting the heavens—came down from above.
Asgard’s planet-killing weapon, the Bifrost, dropped a passageway without hesitation, engulfing the Destroyer Armor.
In the next instant, the Destroyer Armor vanished from where it stood—drawn back to Asgard by Loki!
Harry let out a breath of relief, then immediately began suppressing the runaway magic inside him with everything he had, trying to stabilize it again.
But no matter how he pressed it down—even using all of Hedwig’s processing power—the magic was like a storm-tossed sea, raging and surging, utterly impossible to tame.
Harry’s expression turned ugly at once.
After repeatedly pushing his magic past its limits, and this time even forcing his strength up to a brief “Skyfather” level, the sheer intensity of that power usage had finally pushed the magic inside him into total, irreversible collapse.
At this point, the loss of control was a settled fact. Struggling pointlessly was meaningless.
Harry took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. A plan he had prepared long ago flashed through his mind, and he began carrying it out step by step.
First: notify the Sorcerer Supreme and get her here as fast as possible.
That part was the simplest. With her immense computing power, Hedwig instantly established a connection with Harry’s phone and sent an emergency email to the Sorcerer Supreme at top speed.
Normally, the Sorcerer Supreme paid extremely close attention to Harry’s messages. As soon as she saw the email, she would immediately rush over to Harry’s coordinates.
Next, Harry planned to open a portal to some hell dimension. In his view, if he could successfully jump into a hell dimension, then it didn’t matter whether his magic was out of control anymore.
In fact, he was planning to go all out there—pushing the rampage’s intensity to the absolute limit. If he could once again wipe out an entire hell dimension in one shot, that would be perfect.
Unfortunately, ideals were full and reality was cruel.
Ever since Harry destroyed some unlucky hell lord’s dimension last time, his infamy had spread through hell at lightning speed. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say every demon knew his name.
Almost all hell demons had learned to recognize Harry’s soul signature through mysterious channels and had put him on a blacklist. Now, trying to enter a hell dimension as easily as before was basically impossible.
So no matter which hell lord Harry chose, he was rejected without hesitation.
Even Mephisto—an extremely powerful demon with enormous influence in hell—did the same.
Faced with that situation, Harry felt utterly helpless and couldn’t help grumbling under his breath:
“Can’t you just endure it a little? I’m very gentle!”
Since he couldn’t menace a hell dimension, Harry turned his gaze toward other dimensional demon gods’ realms—one of them being an old acquaintance of Kamar-Taj: Dormammu.
But as expected, Dormammu—Kamar-Taj’s “old enemy”—was extremely vigilant about Harry’s every move and had already blacklisted him across his dimensional universe.
Harry even suspected Dormammu was the one selling his soul signature.
Still, in the name of “deepening friendship with an old buddy,” Harry decided to drop by anyway. But since he couldn’t open a portal into the Dark Dimension, he could only send a sincere request to visit:
“Ding-ding-ding—Dormammu, open the door! Daddy’s here to see you!”
Harry shouted at the top of his lungs, sounding exactly like he and Dormammu were longtime best friends.
“Get lost!”
The moment the words fell, a furious roar exploded inside Harry’s mind.
The roar was packed with helplessness and bitterness, as if Dormammu were the poor little victim being bullied to tears—and Harry was the terrifying demon god swaggering through dimensions doing whatever he pleased.
Hearing it, Harry just shrugged easily and muttered, “Alright, alright. Fine, no visiting. Why so vicious?”
Harry had always believed he was broad-minded and generous. Dormammu’s disgusted “Get lost” didn’t bother him at all—at least, that was what he told himself.
On the contrary, for the sake of friendly neighborly interaction, Harry decided that once he could freely control more of his magic, he would definitely force his way in—kick Dormammu’s door open, storm inside, and beat him into submission until he learned who Daddy really was!
After Dormammu rejected him mercilessly, Harry didn’t get discouraged. He immediately shifted targets, rushing to try other evil dimensional demon gods’ realms.
But reality splashed him with another bucket of cold water: without exception, every single request was refused at the door.
Of course, Harry wasn’t completely out of options.
The universe was vast, and there were countless places he could choose—like the Kree Empire, with its extreme militarism, or some remote, unknown corner buried deep in the cosmos.
But after thinking about it, Harry rejected both choices.
The Kree Empire had a vicious reputation across the universe—relying on military might to bully others and committing all kinds of atrocities across star systems.
But Harry knew he couldn’t launch indiscriminate attacks on an entire empire just to handle his own crisis.
Not every Kree was evil. Behind those cold military installations and brutal wars, there were also ordinary Kree civilians.
They struggled to live, longed for peace, had warm families and bonds of emotion.
Harry would never slaughter innocent lives just to eliminate a portion of bad people. Deep down, he still held tight to his moral bottom line.
And some unknown corner was also a bad idea—because once his magic went out of control, the affected range would be massive. Maybe what looked like a lifeless wasteland actually contained a planet where life had just begun to take shape.
After all, in the history of cosmic civilizations, Earth itself had once been tucked away in an unknown corner.
Putting himself in their shoes, Harry really didn’t want some “activated two-dimensional foil” to suddenly appear next to Earth.
Besides, he needed someone strong enough to help him suppress the magic inside him—so it wouldn’t keep spiraling, or even reach an unmanageable point.
So right now, the Mirror Dimension was the best choice!
For Harry, it wasn’t hard to simply condense runaway magic into a lightning sword and smash things freely.
But to precisely control that berserk power, to cast and create the Mirror Dimension itself—
That was unbelievably difficult.
Harry felt every nerve being stretched to its limit. Fine sweat covered his forehead as he struggled to mobilize chaos magic.
Finally, accompanied by the sound of glass shattering, the Mirror Dimension was successfully cast through sheer persistence!
Harry didn’t even have time to catch his breath. He flashed inside at once, locking himself within a Mirror Dimension that was scarred, cracked everywhere, and on the verge of collapse.
At this moment, the magic inside Harry was like a nuclear warhead seconds from detonation—at the most dangerous pre-explosion threshold.
The magic was undergoing a mad fission-like reaction inside him, like a raging tide. Wave after wave, more and more power was swept into the chaotic vortex, plunging into complete loss of control.
Under the influence of that power, everything around Harry began to change in a bizarre way.
Solid matter seemed to be dismantled by invisible hands, turning into countless colorful threads—slowly but inexorably unraveling.
Those were the timelines of all things. Normally, such a sight only appeared when a timeline was teetering on the brink of collapse under extreme conditions.
Yet under the violent interference of chaos magic, that terrifying phenomenon arrived ahead of time.
Harry wavered at the edge of total collapse. Power surged around him like a tsunami, about to burst the dam completely.
Just as he was preparing for the worst, a portal opened ahead.
The Sorcerer Supreme stepped out steadily, her expression grave.
She stared at Harry with a stern, serious gaze. The Eye of Agamotto on her chest was already open, the green Time Stone inside erupting with dazzling light—time itself swirling around her.
The power of time had already been activated.
